A person stumbles into the em*rg*ncy room—
c*nc*ssion, br*is*s in all places… and a five-iron someway wrapped round his neck.
The physician takes one look and says,
“Alright… what on earth occurred to you?”
The person sighs.
“Nicely, it began as a superbly regular afternoon.
Simply me and my spouse, having fun with a quiet spherical of golf.”
He pauses, wincing barely.
“There was this one difficult gap… and we each sliced our pictures straight into a close-by area filled with cows.”
“So we go in search of our balls. I’m wandering round, checking the grass, after I discover one thing… uncommon.”
“I see a cow with a bit white object caught proper below its tail.”
The physician raises an eyebrow.
“I stroll over, carry the tail… and positive sufficient—
there’s a golf ball caught there, clear as day.”
He shakes his head slowly.
“And the w*rst half?
It had my spouse’s monogram on it.”
The physician leans in.
“So what did you do?”
The person closes his eyes.
“I made the most important mistake of my life.”
“I referred to as out to her…”
A pause.
“I mentioned—
‘Hey darling… I believe I’ve discovered one that appears precisely like yours.’”
Silence.
Then he provides quietly:
“…and that’s about the very last thing I keep in mind.”
